Bump - U-God

She get down right crunk, ahh

She love an east coast thug, right

She got a down south bump, ahh

She looking nice iced up, now

All that I know is I rock and roll

Do you tell, I got hellafied breathe control

Let it go, get bowl, strip clothes

Slip slow, down to the poles

Dip low, get dough, let put these dollars between yo legs

Bounce off the walls, careful on my balls, cuz they fragile as eggs

Got rhymes for days, heatwaves, that’s what you want

I’m that Kid with the Golden Arms, In the all black Saint Laronz

He bowls, he flaws on these broads, miss, put on yo lip gloss

So much junk in yo trunk, a monster dump, keep breaking my stick on

Bump-bump, yo body-body, bump yo body-body

Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body

Bump yo body-body, bump yo body-body

Bump yo body-be, bump-bump, yo body-body

She’s a cold dirty dirty, a cold dirty dirty

She gets right down to it, owww, she’s a flirty

She’s a fly young lady, down talk to strangers

She lives in Atlanta, rock platinum danglers

She’s so outrageous, she’s such a freak

She throw that game, better bow to her feet

She shake that ass, you want that sex

She so independent and she wants her respect

I know what type of girls I like

Big bump on the motor bike

Better tell her, I’m going fast

Better tell her, hold on tight